Savory Fennel Chive Waffles with Harissa Honey Drizzle

Savory Fennel Chive Waffles with Harissa Honey Drizzle. Longest recipe title in history? Perhaps. But I’m the kind of girl who likes to be precise.

Disclaimer – if you really just want this recipe, I suggest just scrolling past all the other words words words. Sometimes I have next to nothing to say to you guys but today, I feel like I have to much too say, especially since it’s been about a month since my last post.

As many of you know, we just moved this summer. It’s probably been the longest month(+) of my life. And to put everything into perspective, what I wasn’t sharing with everyone, is that I pretty much moved us solo.

4 kids, 1 cat, an entire house & me.

See, my husband was gone for training while we moved. Yes, we had packers & movers, yes I was super lucky (super lucky) that my father in law came to help me patch holes & watch the kids & hang curtain rods… but for the most part, I was alone.

I don’t say this as a badge of honor – like, hey, look at me! I’m super awesome! I say this as a matter of fact – you guys, I am tired.

Moving is all about decisions – what should we pack? What should we do with the cat? What colors should I paint the bedrooms? Why can’t my 11 year old paint his walls black? Why can’t my 9 year old paint her walls black? What’s for dinner? What cable package would you like? Your hutch won’t fit in your new dining room, where would you like it? Where will the plates go? Should this window have curtains or not? Should I have gone to Target at 10pm? What did I just spend $300 dollars on at Target?!

This process can be painfully difficult for a person like myself (ENFP, in case you’re wondering) who typically spends an ample amount of slow, methodical time feeling her way through making decisions. I am at my decision making ceiling. If I never made another decision for the rest of the summer, that would be ok with me. I hit the point where my answer to any question that inevitably popped up would be – Idunno. Because I literally didn’t know anymore.

Right after we got into the house, I already knew that I had made the (good, bad, idk??) choice to go to a photography retreat/workshop in New Mexico. I think I spent about 9 days in the new house before I was on a plane headed to the workshop. (It was wonderful & I definitely want to share more about it here!) But by the time I got home, I felt like I’d finally hit a wall. One I’d been careening towards since April.

I’ve been trying to put myself back together the past fews days only to be met with more exhaustion where the simplest question like, should I try out my new gym membership today?, leaves me in a heap on my bed questioning the validity of exercise in the first place.

Today, our new couches finally arrived. When we picked them out, I was sick. We’d been in the house all of 3 days & of course, needed new furniture because that’s what happens when you move every few years – you buy new furniture & of course, it never fits properly in the next house so then you need to go & buy new furniture again. We went to the furniture store & made the decision – go big or go home. We got the couches we’d always wanted – living space & moving be damned! We’d have the most comfortable couches (our) money could buy. We spent hours at the furniture store, 4 kids, my husband, my father in law & my parents (PS, that’s too many people to take shopping for furniture). My body had decided it was mandatory rest time & I had a cold. I was headed downhill fast. We ended up ordering the couches & today… they showed up.

I hate them.

And now, here I sit (I’m not actually even sitting on the couches, I’m at the dining room table) hating my couches. My husband is telling me we can return them (the furniture store said so) but it honestly feels like too much. He also said I should maybe sit in them for awhile before I decide to return them. I’m taking his suggestion into consideration.

So this is basically how the story ends. I wish there was a moral. Maybe it’s ‘don’t buy couches under duress’. In all honesty, I just wanted to give everyone an update on where I’ve been the past month & maybe a head’s up if I end up taking some time to rest during the next few weeks. Even though I’ve been moving, my primary focus has been the kids this past month. I feel like that’s where my attention belongs. I’ve felt a shift in all of our relationships as we’d relied on each other, helped each other & just generally been more connected.

Savory Fennel Chive Waffles with Harissa Honey Drizzle

Since this post ended up being kinda weird, super long & pretty out of my norm, I figured it was a perfect place to pop this little recipe in. I created this gluten free, savory waffle right before I moved but hadn’t had a chance to share it yet! Honestly, it’s such an unusual little creation, it kinda fits perfectly with this post. In case all you wanted was the recipe, I apologize for making you scroll thru my life story. Just kidding. This is my blog, I get to write what I want! ::insert smiley face thumbs up::

When I shared this teaser on Instagram I had so many people say – Radishes? On waffles? Weird.

They must have overlooked the fennel, chives & harissa… So if the radishes seem really bizarre after all those other things, you have my permission to simply leave them off. But really, they are nice & crunchy & fresh so I say, give radishes a chance.

Comments

Aw, Trisha! What a month! Don’t worry about your couches or anything but just resting up 🙂 Then you’ll be better able to tell whether you really hate the couches that much, or if you’re brain is just fried… and if you DO really hate them that much, you can take them back when you’re up for it. XO

I threw away my waffle maker years ago. We’re about to move also, but AS SOON AS we’ve moved im getting a waffle maker again. I don’t like sweets for breakfast, but savory waffles for breakfast?!? (Or dinner). Seriously the best idea ever👏🏻.

HA! Honestly, we only use our waffle maker a few times a year – for birthdays! My kids get a birthday waffle every year. 🙂 For some reason I was feeling waffly & whipped these up. So fun. Lemme know when you get that waffle iron!

Thanks so much, Corrine. Why does moving sound so easy??? Until you’re in the thick of it. I think it’s like labor. You just forget how painful everything is & say, hey let’s just do this again, shall we! 🙂

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Trisha is a mama to 4 kiddos. She lives for travel & adventure & loves to experience new places through her stomach. She is a passionate advocate for veggies & healthy eating, especially when it comes to families & kiddos! She also indulges in her other passions of simplifying life through minimalist fashion, fitness in all forms & food photography.